open to. all marrow residents — currently accepting replies. setting. marrow hunting lodge, late night.
" you shouldn't be wandering alone. " the dramatics of their tone were just that — dramatics, all in jest. it was a good thing she could run - perhaps the wrong recipient would take it to the grave, especially those unkind eyes who can't seem to tear away as they near marrow's churchyard. " perhaps there are things in these halls that are not creatures of the light ! ooooooooh. phantoms, specters — i've heard tales of them all. " the irony wasn't lost on her. but for what it was worth, allegra considered themselves harmless — scheming, perhaps, at best, but never a palpable threat. " marrow ... a beautiful town, no ? how have we found ourselves so lucky ? "